Everyone on Facebook is busy having babies, and I'm sitting here with a glass of Riesling, eating a $5.99 Rotisserie chicken with my fingers. Spring is in the air and today Cheesman Park was buzzing with frisbee games, runners and picnic blankets. I went on foot to Safeway for my weekly grocery trip, which made it impossible to avoid Joy Wine Shop for a bottle of something sweet. The British guy working was quite helpful in my search. "Sweet, medium, or dry," he asked in a most fab accent. "Sweet. Or medium. Riesling,"I replied, a bit reluctant to answer incorrectly for fear of ending up with the wrong wine and ruining my vision of the perfect glass. So he pulled a bottle from 2005, an extraordinary year for Riesling, apparently. The $21 price tag was a bit over indulgent so I chose a $14 bottle instead (I think it's the principle...). I was giddy with excitement and only half tempted to have a taste as I skipped home. And home sweet home, I sliced an apple upon his pairing recommendation, poured a glass and made a toast, to my health and my happiness and my anticipated bottle of wine. And, of course, to all those damn babies.
Long story short: today I faked it as a bride-to-be. I might've been the only one at the bridal festival without a rock on my finger and a hankering for cheesy wedding favors and Mexico honeymoons, but, I did make my exit thankful that I'm savvy enough to plan my own wedding. Ahem. Or maybe it's because I don't need a bunch of glitz and gloss and hideous wedding hair to make the day special.
That's what the happy couple is for.